Chapter 421, Life and Death
"After all these years, you are so beautiful, I don't believe that no one will pursue you, even if you have a cold face all day long. Haven't you met a good man who really helps you and makes you dizzy?"

Zhuo admitted that he was a coward because of alcohol. He would never ask such a question under normal circumstances, or he would not dare to ask it. After so many years, Ling has been out and about, risking his life everywhere. Zhuo does not believe that no one would be kind to him.

After asking the question, Ling just stared at Zhuo, making Zhuo feel guilty and nervous. He already began to regret asking this question.

"I can't remember clearly, maybe. The only thing I still remember is that a mercenary used his body to block a bullet for me."

"what……"

Ling then spoke subconsciously, freed his hand, and flicked him hard on the forehead.

"I see. You want to know if I've ever been attracted to someone else before."

"No, no, absolutely not. Her Royal Highness is a self-disciplined, self-righteous, spotless princess. I have no doubt about that. I am just curious, and I have absolutely no other intentions..."

"You're lying again." Ling stared deeply into Zhuo's eyes. She knew very well why she had worked so hard all those years. It was naturally for Ling's good. No matter how she heard these words, she felt that she was not worthy of them.

"Zhuo, I don't really remember who pursued me in the past... There are some things I don't know whether I should tell you, because if I tell you, you will think too much."

"Now that we've come to this point, I have to think about it even if you don't tell me..."

Zhuo muttered softly, and such sound could also reach Ling's ears. Ling spoke only after a brief thought.

"Do you think a girl is more likely to meet a good guy or a bad guy when she goes out?"

"Bad guy? Good guy? No, still a bad guy! That's it, there are too many people in this world who are tempted by beauty."

"So, when I'm outside, my priority is not whether there are good people to help me, but to be on guard against bad people who are targeting me."

"..."

Zhuo couldn't help but hold Ling in his arms. Naturally, there was no resistance. Ling leaned obediently on his chest.

Hearing this, Zhuo almost understood. He took a long breath, adjusted his mood, and smiled again: "No more talking... Ling, you look so good in this skirt today. I have never seen you wear such a dress. When did you buy it?"

Ling slowly struggled out of Zhuo's arms, her eyes began to become a little blurry and dull, she pulled at her skirt and asked stupidly: "Is it really beautiful?"

"Well, of course, especially if you wear it."

Zhuo expressed sincere affirmation. As early as in the Internet cafe, this glittering silver dress had conquered everyone present at the time. Zhuo's words were not flattery at all, but the truth.

However, Ling did not continue to add to Zhuo's words, but put down the cup in her hand and stood up. As a result, she almost lost her balance at the first step, and Zhuo quickly reached out to support her waist.

"Are you okay? A little tipsy already?"

Zhuo had never seen Ling drink, so he naturally didn't know how much he could drink. But according to his rough judgment of the physique of the hybrid superhuman, he shouldn't be able to drink this much... If Zhuo remembered correctly, even Lu Mingfei could drink bottles of vodka and Finkel.

Ling calmed himself down, smiled and shook his head, then took Zhuo's hand and pulled him up. He was very strong and Zhuo was really pulled up by him.

"I'll take you to see..."

"Ok?"

Zhuo followed Ling with a confused clue and came to the bedroom. Ling opened the door of the only closet in the room, which belonged to her side, that is, the side against the wall, and then stepped aside, with a kind of "please" that seemed to be neither obligatory nor reluctant, and then took two steps back and sat on the bed, with her hands on her knees looking at him. Zhuo still felt confused. Usually, for convenience, the two of them shared the same closet. Although he had never seen Ling open the closet to choose clothes... it would be impolite to see it.

Looking inside with a confused mood, he actually saw a lot of clothes hanging, and most of them were clothes that Zhuo had never seen Ling wear before.

The reason why Zhuo can make a quick judgment at a glance is very simple. The clothes here are very iconic. Zhuo feels that even if Ling only wears them once, he will never forget them.

From summer suspenders to winter coats, there are also various styles of short skirts and long skirts...

This wardrobe gives Zhuo the feeling that it doesn't belong to Ling at all. Her clothes are all neat and conservative.

That is, only when necessary can you see her wearing a skirt with half sleeves.

Zhuo stared at the inside for a long time, and was entangled for a long time. Finally, he made up his mind and picked up a tube-like suspender. He looked back at Ling with his mouth wide open, "Your Highness, have you ever worn this?"

Ling, who was sitting on the bed as if she was in class, just lowered her head to look at the suspenders and tilted her head, then continued to look at Zhuo without saying a word. Zhuo gave her a strange look and muttered.

“Do you want to laugh but don’t know how?”

"No."

"That's weird."

Ling looked at Zhuo without saying anything, so Zhuo had to turn his attention back to the clothes. He turned the hanger and found that the suspenders had not even had the tags removed, which was obviously brand new. Zhuo turned over the other clothes again, and the tags were all still hanging.

"Zero, did you buy this or was it given to you by someone? You've never worn any of it?"

“I bought them. I bought all of them!”

For once, Zero's tone actually changed at the end of the sentence. Although it was just a slight increase in pitch, it was still a change.

Even the slightest change was enough to show Ling's change of mood, and what Zhuo read in it was not joy or frustration, but pride, or it would be more appropriate to say showing off.

Zhuo really couldn't understand what there was to be proud of, but Ling's expression as he slightly tilted his face up to look at him seemed so real and cute.

Zhuo took out the clothes one by one and imagined how Ling would look like wearing them.

"Why do you buy so many clothes and not wear them?"

"?"

Ling tilted his head again, his eyes became more and more stupid, and his attention seemed to be getting less and less focused. Zhuo thought that he didn't say it clearly, or Ling didn't understand, so he raised his voice slightly without showing emotion and repeated it again.

"Why do you buy so many clothes and not wear them?"

Unexpectedly, Ling actually stood up by supporting himself on the bed with his hands, walked step by step to Zhuo, looked up at him, and pointed at Zhuo's chest.

"Why. Why did I buy so many clothes that I won't wear. Why."

"Your Highness Zero Razumovskaya Romanov, I am asking you."

(End of this chapter)